SomedayWe laid in each other's arms, thinking of nothing in particular - yet it was everything to both of us. My hand on her hips, her head on my shoulder; she looked up at me and spoke,"Who really knows the truth?"Dreamily, I replied that I wasn't sure if there was a truth, but maybe we'd reach something some day.I told her that we'd find a wayTold her that we'd come upon the truth somedayIf there is no truth, Is there no love?That's one of those things that I was thinking of.In this I had answered her very questionAnd in this learned life's true lesson.If truth is love, then what is this?Maybe we haven't a name f